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“You’re…a straight up asshole.” I inform him. “You think you’re this big shot. I see right through you. You’re full of shit. You have no clue what you’re doing, Mr. CEO. Mind your own business.”
He finishes his old fashioned, sets it down, and steps closer to me, right near the edge of the pool.
“I’m an asshole, for what? Getting my company to run more efficiently? Just having some fun with you at the pool? Making fun of your technology addiction? Get a grip.”
“Fine, Jack. My name is Amelia.”
But before I can think properly, I reach a hand out to poke him with my phone.
This also results in me awkwardly groping his massive chest.
“Get this out of here.”
He smacks the phone, and it bounces off his chest and slips out of my hand, heading toward the pool.
My jaw drops. “My phone!”
This next part happens in slow motion.
Adrenaline rushes through me, I lose my balance, and I end up slipping as I lunge toward the pool, trying to stop my phone from getting soaked. It’s one of the old, non-waterproof versions and if it lands in the water it’s done.
I try to regain my balance, but the concrete is slick, and next thing I know, I’m falling…possibly into the concrete, head first.
Then, suddenly I’m tumbling into the pool with my ex-CEO’s huge arms wrapped around my body. He catches me off-balance, and tackles me into the pool. I feel us both going into the water as he pulls us down.
But I see my six year old, non waterproof phone, with pictures of my dad, hit the water and fall down, down, down to the bottom of the pool.
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Ibearhug her as we crash a few feet down into the water.
When I pull her up, she takes a huge breath.
We lock eyes for a few moments.
And then?
She slaps me across the face with her hand.
It’s a solid, wet slap.
My jaw falls open at the surprise of that move.
I hold my hand on my cheek and grab her wrist.
“Did I just get…assaulted?” I say out loud, somewhat rhetorically.
“I think you mean me,” she says. “You tackled me.”
“I saved your life is what I did. You were about to tumble head first into that concrete edge of the pool.”
“My phone,” she cries out, searching in the water.
She picks it out from the bottom of the pool, and holds it up.
“It’s waterproof, right?” I say.
